Baguio in images

The wizened Ibaloi women are still there. If this generation of Filipino tourists would like to know first hand the oral history of the natives of Benguet, they can learn it if only for a few minutes from these old folks. The younger natives, the children and grandchildren of these old folks, may not be as knowledgeable of their own native culture, having been gradually inculturated into the mainstream.

The redesigned Lion’s Head (I rather liked the old face sans the fangs and walled eyes) along Kennon Road. You know you’re about to leave behind the steep zigzag and enter the City when you’ve reached this point. Image via yahoonews

Wild horses once roamed the Cordillera plains, according to the old folks. And, the City then was a paddock of sorts. Now, horses are for hire, along with the guide, to take you through the old Cowboy (as native men style themselves. In fact they wear nothing but Levis.) trails. Image via discoverbaguio

The Lake at Burnham Park in downtown Baguio is where you can have a 15-minute boat ride for lunch if the impulse __. And if you’d like to know what a Bottle Brush Tree (nearly extinct in the City) is, a handful are still around there. Over the years, much words have been exchanged between locals and folks at City Hall over the true State of the Lake and it’s only recently that City Hall through a long overdue PDAF allocation dredged the Lake. This image is of the old Lake because it’s much clearer now and the boats are styled after water birds.

Sunset in the City (as well as in the rest of the Cordillera) is unique because of the mountain setting. Image via mariusoczon

Chimneyed (where else but in the City/Cordillera) country living evoked by the Golf Estates residences at Camp John Hay. Locals are aware however that this does not entirely reflect the state of housing in the City. l with the Image via jontengco

Fog occurred more frequently in the City in the 80s. Nonetheless, the City becomes other-worldly whenever the fog descends. In the streets, people sober up. On the road, passengers who are otherwise loud (rehashing their experience of the City) clam up when the bus we’re riding in meets up with a dense cloud. Fog on the road reminds me of when, along with colleagues, the company vehicle we’re in almost went down (mere inches away) a ravine along Halsema. The driver momentarily lost sight of the road. Gripped. Terrorized. That was what I felt. And it is what I feel, still, whenever I’m on the road, wrapped in fog. Image via vivalabida

But fog like this is poetic. It may be why the City is home to artists and feeling artists. Image via threestarsandasun

The Baguio Country Club and its must-try raisin bread. Image via camillejoven

Camp John Hay. Much can be said about the Camp now but regardless it holds historical and cultural importance to locals and the City. Image via romesworld

The Mansion is what Camp David is to the US President. The US tradition was brought to the City, it being the hill station of officers of the US Armed Forces during the Occupation. Image via jontengco

The Philippine Military Academy. If you want to see the future Armed Forces at their best, come here. Upon leaving the Academy, reality crashes on the new officers especially around their girths.

Our Lady of Atonement Cathedral (The Baguio Cathedral). Once run by the CICM, now by the Diocese. Image via wikimedia commons

Locals cannot conceive of the City without linking it to the mines in the surrounding areas. Many locals in the City were (are) part of the mines, as miners or officers or executives. Each type of worker has a story about life inside the camp. Balatoc Mines, run by Benguet Corporation, for one, in Itogon, Benguet which is around 30 minutes from downtown via PMA/Kias. It is now open to the public for guided tours. One of the more exciting part of the tour is a simulation of blasting inside the tunnel. If this is not for you, there’s the view (you’ll need a binoculars though) of the mines from the deck at Mines View Park. Image via adaphobic

The annual Flower Festival (Panagbenga) is what the Rose Bowl Parade is to Pasadena. The festival showcases the wealth of flowers grown in the City (and its neighbors, especially Benguet). Image via cannonmoment

The City is known for strawberries although technically the berry is grown in La Trinidad. They’re in season beginning December through February. Image via filmsandreveries

As with strawberries, cool clime vegetables are popularly known as Baguio-grown products (but, again, grown in LT and marketed in the City). Image via jontengco

Native crafts galore at tourist spots around the City and in stalls at Maharlika Building downtown. Products in these shops are so much cheaper than those displayed in the malls. Each design tells a story or tale of the native’s life. Image via paulakatarina

Another native craft. Good ones can be bought at Easter Weaving or Narda’s. Or, if you are acquainted with locals they can introduce you to native women weavers in the Benguet countryside. My employer used to support this livelihood among native women — I’m not sure now how the formed groups have fared. In any case, what local livelihoods need is marketing support; in many cases, this more than financial support is what local groups need. Image via ninanatalia

Tourists and visitors don’t leave the City without bringing with them back home a bottle or two of native jams (strawberry and ube or yam, the more popular ones). Image via yourjustine